Yum. Dinner is a salad of spinach, couscous (a new box, since the mice ate the old one), pears, and almonds, with a dressing made with more almonds, roasted red peppers, shallots, and red wine vinegar. (Also some mustard and agave and a few other things, but just a little of those.)
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief? Wesley: There's love. There's hope...for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy...that your life will lead you to some joy...that after everything...you can still be surprised. Illyria: Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?
'Shells'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hil R. - Jul 02, 2011 2:31:07 pm PDT #24566 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
smonster - Jul 02, 2011 2:37:43 pm PDT #24567 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Ate and read a magazine. Will feed animals and then soak feets. Maybe. Am running out of time, since I'm going out tonight, and I"m in desperate need of a pedicure.
Connie Neil - Jul 02, 2011 3:27:47 pm PDT #24568 of 30000
brillig
Patron Saint of Hookers and Blow!
I think Charlie's got that job covered.
edit: There's a patron saint of mad dogs! I can't remember his name, but God told him He wanted him to be the patron of young women, and the saint-elect begged the Lord for anything else rather than have him be the focus of all those girls praying for husbands. "Mad dogs, even! Anything other than the girls!" The Lord took him at his word.
Volans - Jul 02, 2011 3:44:58 pm PDT #24569 of 30000
move out and draw fire
I am back where there are fireflies, rather than fires. It's nice to be on a real-speed internet again.
meara - Jul 02, 2011 7:02:34 pm PDT #24570 of 30000
Fireflies are on thing I miss, in the PNW.
Patron Saint of Hookers and Blow!
I think that's perfect for St. Woot! Not, however, for smonsters initial-person.
quester - Jul 02, 2011 7:31:57 pm PDT #24571 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
There's a St Charlie??? Who knew??
DebetEsse - Jul 02, 2011 8:31:35 pm PDT #24572 of 30000
Woe to the fucking wicked.
I am 1)So out of practice in writing papers 2)booooooored with this paper already, and I'm only 1/4 done with my page count. Yes, even though I got to choose the topic. I am doing my reference page as I go, though, so I don't have to weave in ends when I'm done.
ION, apparently, I am in the mood for the popular music of 5-10 years ago. Which, I suppose, makes sense, as that was when I was last in school in a serious way.
IOON, I can haz commas! I am trying to keep them to a minimum, though. Replacing them with parentheses or dashes does not count (usually).
(I have to have this written in 22 hours. I can do this. I just really don't want to.)
Were I of a more visually artistic bent, I would totally be creating a St. Woot icon right now.
smonster - Jul 02, 2011 10:33:33 pm PDT #24573 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Good luck with your paper writing, Debet! Good to see your pixels.
I continue to be rather delighted with my St. Woot. So far he is funny, respectful, adorable, and took care of my drunk friends with alacrity and without annoyance (we, uh, had to drive the boys and their bikes home in the back of his truck). It was a good show. He says he'll call me. He damn well better.
DebetEsse - Jul 02, 2011 10:49:52 pm PDT #24574 of 30000
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Yay!
WindSparrow - Jul 03, 2011 2:54:25 am PDT #24575 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
I am becoming more and more exuberant about the patron saint of exuberance, the more you tell us about him, smonster. I hope to continue hearing more good things about him, up to and including carrot preferences.